Whow, this positively blew my conscious from here to the moon. The expressions were wonderful. The descriptions and personifications of various natural elements add a truly special touch to this piece- it emphasizes the alienation that troubles the man walking by the stream. The nature of his life, in the form of the frozen dirt, the moss(sighing caterpillar was my favorite though) stifles his own ambitions for perception and, most crucially, expression. The particles of dirt scream for his humanity- his emotions, thoughts and feelings are filtered through the lame apparatus of his body. True expression- impossible. The ending is wonderful and lucid.

StarlightWish17 chapter 1 . 8/16/2009

:O

So beautiful. Seriously. I'm completely blown away! Your description is just so lovely and your use of words are magnificent. Gah! Write another poem! :D Please?

structure drowns in the interstellar grove." I couldn't help but quote this entire passage. It's downright sacrosanct. November is my favourite month of the year, so obviously, I found myself very attracted to that line. The fire/nature/celestial imagery is wondrous.

"Asthenia buries his sound." I think I just stopped breathing. I'm very close to hyperventilating. Weakness muffled his sound...that's just...heart-wrenching and incredible. Wow.

"An angel meanders." I love that word. Meanders. It's awesome.

"Estrange his limbs." Phenomenal description.

The ending is amazing - the 'his humanity' and 'forgotten feathers' parts were breath-taking.

Amaury, you never cease to amaze me. Keep writing. I know it's selfish, but your work makes me happy, and I'd very much like to read more in the future. :)